Luyện nghe bài hát The Tribute To Manila

a blue neon cross on the
is over manila's streets
where are standing and selling
their dolls bodies
she said she is twelve old
and her name is
on her left
are small scares to see
beutiful faces and the call of the
40 for a life without choice
when the is abating
and a sober coldness her body creeps
she has the to set her body
from that crawling skin
so cuts at her arms
a fast cut with the razor
empty eyes tired and depressed
unnamed in the eyes of nameless
but ghostly white are still waiting
up forever the fat old folks
I wish to a voice that shouts
they be sent into hell
they should be to the sword

oh arlene cut yourself
no cuts
no to death no
no cuts